C138 Massacre on the Battlefield

Yu Jingjing only felt her chest churning. If the White Ice Marten said more than a few words, Yu Jingjing would spit out blood at her words that turned black and white.

"Slut!" Yu Jingjing let out a furious roar, violent fire elemental magic rapidly condensing. The terrifyingly high temperature seemed as though it was about to ignite the entire martial arena